I panicked, there was 10 more seconds and the land here was a tundra. I located a bright green bag a few meters away from me, and I knew I must get it. I just can't live alone on a dagger, a bow, and a trident. Everybody else has a mace or a sword! I noted down the disadvantages, and the best points. If I ran to the green bag fast enough, then I could still meet up with Arada and Miley with a bag of provisions, but if I do run to the bag, I could end up losing them instead.
No! I must get that bag! They blew the horn and I began to run as fast as I could to the bag. I looked behind my back and found that Arada also grabbed a green bag and Miley was running as fast as she could to me. I panicked again, and when I was about to grab the bag, an arrow whistled pass my head. I turned to my right and found a District 12 girl pointing another arrow at me. I fell to the floor and grabbed the bag with me while I rolled away.
The arrow shot a person just where I was before and collapsed on my arm. I scrambled to get up just as I saw the District 12 girl falling with a sword through her heart. Another girl ran to get her arrows, and I could have sworn it was Miley. I shook my head and began running to the farthest cave. It wasn't soon until I felt hot blood trickling down my arm.
I glanced at what got me, and realized it was a knife, that was still stuck on me. I yank on it away, and glanced at the person who did this. It's a boy about 14 years old and he was running after me. I suddenly stopped, making him grin and run even faster, and once he was a meter or two away from me, I began to run again. He stopped, out of breath, and that was when I threw his knife at him.
It landed on his throat, killing him in a few seconds. I backtracked to the guy, took the knife away, and began running for the farthest cave as possible. This time, I made sure I left as little as sound as possible. I entered a cave, and began to sit down in exhaustion.
Only ten more seconds and already, I was panicking. I was quite sure that somebody could hear the pounding of my heart. We were in a freezing wasteland! I scanned the Cornucopia and saw worthless items the closest to me. A spear and a neon green bag. Might as well get the bag. Five, four, three, two, one, and a horn blared.
I saw Jean run full-speed ahead, and my heart fell as I realized she abandoned us. I saw somebody grab the bag and quickly, I shoved the trident into the guy. I was pretty sure that was the first kill. I grabbed the bag from him and took his tiny knife. I began running for my life to a cave and was happy when nobody bothered me.
Maybe getting a 3.5 had it's advantages. I settled in a cave a bit far away from the Cornucopia and sat down. So far, Jean ran away, I made the first kill, and Miley followed Jean. I'm the loner. Oh shut up! I thought. I began rummaging through the bag, and I had to dump all it's context out.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. There was only makeup. I killed, only to have a bag of makeup. Well, at least I killed a boy. I found a note and began reading it,
Hello! We have recently received complaints from our Capitol that every year, they had to put up with ugly tributes and this year, if you prettied yourself up well enough, you'll be rewarded.
I gave a snort and crumpled up the note. Like to hell I'll put on makeup for their satisfactions We had to put up with starving and being in the Games! I gave a scoff again as I reorganized everything.
I tried to keep up with Jane, really, but she was just too fast. When I saved her by stabbing somebody's sword into the District 12's hear, I quickly grabbed her arrows and when I looked up, she was gone. I figured she was running north, so I ran north too. It was only a matter of time when I stumbled into a guy.
He was about 14 years old, and I would have been dead if he didn't notice Jean first. He just pushed me on the floor as he ran to get the green bag she was holding. I fell on a sharp rock and my elbow suddenly felt sore. I sat there for a minute, and I gave up on chasing Jane. I settled in a nearby cave and began proceeding the order of the events in my head. Chased after Jane, saved her life, got arrows, banged my elbow, resting.
"Damn." I whispered.